I was anxious, waiting for my turn, so much so, I felt like I was going to be sick. Once I was called back, it took everything in me to get up and follow the assistant. I told her I wanted a pregnancy test to confirm what I had already seen on at least one take-home pregnancy test.
I did the peeing in the cup and blood draw for the tests. Then I waited, impatiently, until the doctor returned and told me what I was dreading. Pregnant. I think she could see the reservation on my face when she gave me the news. She told me options. I was only half listening. I was ten weeks along.
I had returned to the car, forgetting about my excuse of shopping. I made some lame excuse that I ended up just having a coffee, but I doubt he was buying it.
When I walked into the front door, I was lost in my own thoughts, until I heard the talking. The house staff were discussing the dinner for the following night in the kitchen.
“I heard the Master told the Missus not to attend.”
“I heard he invited Miss Rodriguez as a guest.”
That motherfucker!
“If the Missus shows up for the dinner with Miss Rodriguez present, it’s going to look bad for the Master.” She sounded anxious.
It was definitely going to look bad when I arrived for dinner.
Chapter 4
Carlo’s POV
My wife was pissing me off. Three days I hadn’t seen her, then when I finally got to see her at breakfast on the fourth day, it wasn’t what I was expecting. I expected her to plead with me, beg me, or even yell at me, but she did none of those things. I may have even considered ending things with Emily if she had done any of those things, but instead she ignored me then told me she would no longer share a room with me. Hell, she even encouraged me to bring Emily to my room. That would never happen. Even when we were fucking before, she never made it to my bedroom. A guest room, my office, the pool room, yes, but never my room. That was a boundary I would not cross. And now my wife left my room,ourroom, to go to a guest room, and suggested I let my mistress share my room.¡Qué carajo!
I was so pissed at her, I wanted to grab her and shake her. But I knew how her father and brother had been physically abusive to her and I swore I would never do the same thing. But she made it sound like my fucking Emily had been worse than me hitting her. How was that even possible?
I know I shouldn’t have told her not to come to the dinner, but I felt like I was losing control. I would have Emily there, standing in the place of my wife until I got my real wife under control.
It didn’t help that Emily was texting me more, irritating the hell out of me. I would have to put a tighter leash on her after the dinner, but I needed her for the night.
I got a call from my driver, saying my wife had gone shopping earlier, but had come back to the car without any shopping bags. That left me suspicious, but when I got home from meetings, she was locked in the damned guest room again. I had knocked on her door. She didn’t open it, but spoke to me through the locked door.
“I have a headache.” She paused. “Well, wasn’t that my excuse for missing the dinner?”
I rubbed my hand roughly across my forehead. “That’s tomorrow, Catalina.” I was irritated and wanted my wife back. The one before all this shit happened. I was really starting to regret it, but there was no going back. I would work to fix it after the dinner tomorrow night.
“Oh. Oops. But I do have a headache. I’ll just be sure to make it a really long headache for tomorrow. You know, so the staff believe it, and all that.”
“Damn it, Catalina. Can you just get over it already?”
Her voice came through sweet as sugar. “Over what, Carlo? You fucking another woman, in your office, with the door wide open, so not only I could see, but all the staff could see and know your fucking someone behind my back? No worries. I amsoover it.”
I softened my voice. “Catalina, honey. Please. I fucked up. I want to fix this. I miss you in our bed.”
“If it’s sex you miss, dear husband, you have a very able and willing slut available at your very whim. Feel free to invite her over.”
“Hostia puta.” I punched the door. “We will fix this. After the dinner.”
I stormed away.
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The next evening came with a sense of dread. I felt like something was going to happen, but I brushed it off. Catalina had come down for breakfast in the morning, looking exhausted, putting on quite the show of not feeling good. And she actually did not look good, which concerned me.
“Oh Mrs. Silvia, I will not be able to make it to dinner tonight. This headache has been terrible. It must be a terrible flu bug coming on. I will have to stay in my room. I will have dinner early in my room. Please send something light up two hours before the dinner so it does not conflict with the guests.”
My wife at least knew her place in all of this. She knew how to put on a good appearance. I would have to thank her later. I know she did not like not attending. Appearances were everything for our world.
Catalina remained in her room all day, making me start to think she really may not be feeling well. I would have to check in on her after the guests leave.
